Novels by Poen Konnet

The room felt unbearably heavy, almost suffocating, as Charlotte’s words lingered in the air like smoke refusing to dissipate. A tense silence settled over everyone, thick enough that it felt as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. Logan, who had been standing rigidly beside her the entire time, finally lifted a hand and reached out to touch her shoulder. His gesture was careful, almost hesitant, as though he feared that even the slightest pressure might shatter her completely. It was an attempt at grounding her, an attempt to steady the storm that was raging so visibly inside her.But Charlotte flinched away from him, not violently, but with enough distance to make it clear that she was holding herself together by sheer force of will. Her chest rose and fell heavily, her breaths uneven and full of a kind of restrained fury. Her eyes—normally soft—were blazing with a mixture of anger, betrayal, and pain that she had buried for too long.“No, Logan,” she said shar

Barbara’s face drained of color.“C–Charlotte… why would you say something like that?” she stammered, her voice trembling.Charlotte took a step forward, her eyes burning with a mixture of anger and hurt—hurt so deep that it seemed to shake her entire being. “Why?” she repeated. “Because it is the truth. The truth you all hid from me. Did you think I would never find out? That I would remain blind forever?”Her voice echoed through the living room.Logan stood slightly behind her, his hand on her shoulder—not restraining, not guiding, simply supporting. His jaw was clenched hard from all the insults he had endured the moment they had walked into the house. They had blamed him, mocked him, called him things he didn’t deserve. But through it all, he had stood silent for Charlotte’s sake.Now… the house had turned into a storm.“You all heard what I said,” Charlotte continued, scanning each stunned face. “You asked how I know? You asked who told me? But shouldn’t the real question be w

Logan’s chest heaved as he shut the car door behind him, his hands still trembling slightly from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Every nerve in his body felt alive, taut with the aftermath of the harrowing events that had led them here. Beside him, Charlotte, though exhausted and bruised from the ordeal, held her head high, her eyes glimmering with relief and the faintest trace of gratitude. For Logan, seeing her safe was all that mattered. Nothing else—no words, no accusations—could overshadow that moment.The drive home had been quiet, the kind of silence that carried the weight of everything unsaid. Charlotte had not spoken much, save for small, measured breaths, her gaze fixed outside the window. Logan had kept his focus on the road, aware of her fragility yet unwilling to let his guard down. Every corner could have brought danger, every unexpected movement could have reignited the tension from earlier. But now, finally, they had arrived.They had barely stepped into th

Sophia sat in the living room, her fingers nervously tapping against the armrest of the sofa. Her mind was still buzzing with the events of the international conference. She had tried so hard, had done her best, and yet, despite her effort, she had failed to secure the top spot. Even with her mother, Ava, by her side guiding her and offering connections, the outcome had not been favorable. The weight of disappointment pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.Ava noticed her daughter’s demeanor. She had been quiet for a few minutes, watching Sophia pace the floor, her expression a mixture of frustration, confusion, and disbelief. The older woman had experienced such moments in life before and knew that they often carried the seeds of bigger lessons. She decided it was time to speak.“Sophia,” Ava said gently, drawing her daughter’s attention. “Sit down. There’s something I want to discuss with you.”Sophia sank back into the sofa, folding her arms. Her eyes, however, remai

Damien staggered, clutching at his chest, his surprise quickly turning to fury. “Logan! You can’t—she’s mine! You’ll regret—”But Logan didn’t give him the chance to finish. He slammed Damien to the floor, his weight pinning him down with merciless strength. Every fiber of Logan’s being screamed for vengeance, his movements precise, efficient, and fueled by the injustice of what Damien had tried to do.Charlotte, still trembling on the edge of the bed, watched as Logan moved with an almost supernatural intensity. She felt the rush of relief flood her veins, her heart swelling with gratitude and awe. Logan was not just protecting her; he was exacting justice for all the terror Damien had tried to inflict.Damien, realizing the gravity of the situation, tried to push Logan off him, but it was futile. Logan’s grip was iron, his every motion calculated to subdue, not simply strike. “I warned you,” Logan growled, his voice low and lethal. “You touch her, and you’ll pay with more than your

A heavy silence settled in the living room after Ava revealed the name. Logan Stone. The name lingered between them like a delicate thread Charlotte wasn’t sure she wanted to pick up. She looked down at the photograph again, her fingers tracing the outline of the young man’s face.Logan.He seemed confident. Polished. Sharp, even in a still image. But Charlotte wasn’t the type to be swayed by appearances—not anymore. Not after everything she had already faced.She looped a strand of hair behind her ear and exhaled.“So… Logan Stone is the person you think can actually help me?” she asked, still fighting to keep her skepticism intact.Ava nodded.“Yes. I wouldn’t have mentioned him otherwise. He’s persistent, he’s capable, and unlike Maxwell, he doesn’t run at the slightest inconvenience. He stands by his word.”A small, reluctant spark of curiosity flickered inside Charlotte, though she tried to suppress it.“And what exactly does he do?” she asked.Ava smiled faintly.“He owns a cons

In the dimly lit courtroom, the judge pronounced Frank's sentence with a solemn voice, "Frank Stevens, you have been found guilty of your involvement in the conspiracy to harm Donald. Your actions have caused immense pain and suffering. The court hereby sentences you to twenty-five years in prison for your crimes."As the gavel fell, Frank's world crumbled around him. He had been a willing participant in Albert's sinister plans, but now he faced the consequences of his choices. With his head bowed, he was led out of the courtroom, his freedom forever lost.Meanwhile, Rodney's fate hung in the balance as his trial unfolded. The evidence against him was overwhelming, from his confession to the damning testimony of his former associates.The weight of his crimes pressed heavily on him, and as the days turned into weeks, Rodney knew that the outcome of this trial could be his last.The day of Rodney's sentencing arrived with an air of anticipation. The courtroom was packed with spectators

One evening, as Amelia and Suzy sat in the Williams living room, sipping tea, Suzy opened up about her doubts regarding Scott, her suitor."Amelia," she began hesitantly, "I'm just not sure about Scott. He's so different from the guys I usually date. He's quiet and reserved... I don't know if he's the right fit for me."Amelia listened carefully, her heart going out to her sister. She could see the uncertainty in Suzy's eyes, but she also saw the love that shone through when Suzy spoke about Scott."Suzy," Amelia said gently, "sometimes, we have to look beyond the surface to see the beauty within. Scott may be quiet, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care deeply for you. Within the little time I've seen him here, I've noticed the way he looks at you when he thinks no one's watching. It's a look of pure adoration."Suzy sighed, torn between her feelings for Scott and her uncertainty. "I guess I just need some reassurance. I want to be sure that he's as committed to this relationship as

One sunny Saturday afternoon, Mrs. Williams and Suzy decided it was time to extend an olive branch to Amelia. They had been reflecting on their past judgments and treatment of her and felt a deep sense of remorse. They realized that Amelia had transformed into a remarkable woman and deserved their love and support. Suzy was the one who picked up the phone to make the call. She dialled Amelia's number, her fingers trembling with anticipation. After a few rings, Amelia's warm voice filled the line. "Hello?" "Amelia, it's Suzy," Suzy began hesitantly. "I was wondering if you and your baby would like to come over to our place today. Mom and I have something we'd like to talk to you about." Amelia, surprised by the invitation, agreed. She had hoped for reconciliation with her family and was eager to see if this was the beginning of a fresh start. "Sure, Suzy. We'd love to come over. What time should we be there?" Suzy quickly arranged a time, and they hung up. She then turned to her mo

On a crisp, early morning, the sun had just begun its ascent, casting a gentle golden hue across the city. Albert was preparing to leave for work. He meticulously straightened his tie, checked his reflection in the hallway mirror, and grabbed his briefcase.As he stepped out of his front door, the cool morning air greeted him. He started down the path toward his car, parked at the curb.The familiar routine of his daily commute was etched into his subconscious, and he moved with a sense of purpose. But as he reached the car door, a sudden, sharp voice cut through the calm morning air."Albert Dallas, freeze! Put your hands up!"Albert's heart skipped a beat as he turned to see several police officers, their badges glinting in the morning light, guns drawn and pointed at him. Panic surged through him as he raised his hands in compliance, his briefcase slipping from his grip and landing on the pavement with a thud.The neighbours, drawn by the commotion, peered through curtains and from

Amelia sat on her bed this morning, As the first rays of sunlight pierced through her living room window, she felt something she hadn't expected - sharp cramps in her tummy.At first, she dismissed the discomfort as nothing more than indigestion from last night's dinner. But as the minutes passed, the pain intensified, and she realized that this was something different. Something significant.Amelia tried to stand up, but the pain was too much. She knew she needed help. With trembling hands, she reached for her phone and dialled the number of her next-door neighbour, Mrs Johnson.Mrs. Johnson had always been a kind and caring woman, and Amelia hoped she would be able to assist her in this moment of need."Hello, Amelia?" Mrs. Johnson's voice came through the phone, filled with concern."Mrs. Johnson," Amelia managed to say between breaths, "I'm in a lot of pain. I need your help. Can you come over?"Without hesitation, Mrs. Johnson assured her that she'd be right there. In a matter of

The day was bright and sunny when Vera was scheduled to be discharged from the hospital. She had made significant progress in her recovery, both physically and emotionally, thanks to the unwavering support of Albert and the therapy she had undergone.Her heart still carried the memory of her late husband, Donald, and the strange encounter at their wedding, but she was determined to move forward.As Vera sat on the hospital bed, she became lost in thoughts as she remembered Donald and how much they loved each other before he suddenly passed away. Still lost in thoughts, the door to her hospital room swung open slowly.Vera's heart raced, thinking it was one of the nurses or therapists coming in for a routine check. But when she turned her head and her eyes met the figure standing in the doorway, her world seemed to stand still.It was Donald!Vera's eyes widened in shock, and she felt as though her heart was about to leap out of her chest. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Dona

Grey's reputation grew exponentially across Croatway and all over Weston. His success in business and his dramatic rescue of his wife and child had made him a household name. Newspapers, television channels, and social media platforms were abuzz with stories of his exploits and excellence. Grey bec

Grey paced his living room, waiting for any news on Nora. She had been missing for hours, and every minute felt like an eternity. He had already contacted the police, but they had found no trace of her. Desperate, Grey called his most trusted men and ordered them to start a thorough investigation al

Nora let out a gasp of terror as she was yanked backward. It was a fierce man looming over her with his grip like iron on her arm. "Thought you could get away, did you?" he snarled, dragging her back toward the house. Nora struggled, but her strength was no match for his. She held her baby even clo

The ropes binding Nora's wrists dug into her skin, but she ignored the pain. Her baby’s cries had long since faded, replaced by an eerie silence that filled her with dread. Outside the room, Bradley dialled a number with her face a mask of cold fury. “Where is Grey?” she demanded, her voice sharp a

Nora’s breath caught in her throat as she recognized them. Bradley, Carol, and Sandra—the wives of Jeff Hordes who had glared at her and her family with disdain during the reading of Jeff's will. The same women who had harbored resentment towards her and Grey for receiving the bulk of Jeff’s estate.

Nora was driving home from work one evening, the sky a soft orange as the sun set behind the hills. Her thoughts were a jumble of the day’s events and the upcoming plans she had for the weekend. In the back seat, her newborn baby slept peacefully in the car seat, while her carer, Emily, hummed a lul

Dave stood there with his fists clenched and his patience finally at its breaking point.He had tolerated enough of Jerry’s arrogance, his lies, his constant need to take credit for things he had nothing to do with.But this time?This time, he wasn’t letting it slide.He took a step forward, his voice cutting through the air with a sharpness that made everyone stop."Jerry," Dave said coldly, "since you enjoy taking credit for things you haven’t done, let’s talk about reality, shall we?"Jerry smirked, completely unbothered. "What are you going on about, Dave? I helped Ava, simple as that."Dave’s eyes darkened."Your father," he began, "is nothing but one of the low-status staff in Hendrix Group—one of the companies under the Great Kevton Chamber of Commerce."The smirk on Jerry’s face faltered.Dave continued. "He’s been hanging by a thread there for months, hasn’t he? The company is downsizing, cutting off unneeded employees. And what did you and your father do?" He chuckled dar

Within minutes, Ava arrived at the chamber—this time with Dave by her side.The moment the car pulled into the grand compound of the Kevton Chamber of Commerce, her heart pounded with anticipation.Ava’s eyes immediately scanned the area, and then—She spotted Jerry.He stood near the entrance, speaking to someone in hushed tones.Ava’s face lit up with relief.If Jerry was here, it could only mean one thing—he had pulled some strings for her."Jerry!" she called, approaching him with a cheerful smile.Jerry turned, his expression smug yet welcoming."Ava," he greeted, his tone smooth and self-assured. "I told you I'd take care of it, didn't I?"Ava’s confidence soared.There was no doubt in her mind now—Jerry had used his family’s influence to get her membership reinstated.She was back.With that assurance, Ava proceeded into the chamber building, walking briskly toward the office that had summoned her.As she stepped into the large conference room, her breath caught in her throat.

Within an hour, Ava was back in the city. The anxiety she had felt on the way had not lessened—if anything, it had intensified. She clutched the paper with the address Dave had given her as the cab sped through the city streets. When the driver finally pulled up in front of the destination, Ava’s breath caught in her throat. Before her stood an exotic mansion—a structure so breathtaking, she had to glance at the paper in her hands again, making sure she had the right address. Dave is here? Ava stepped out of the cab, her heels clicking against the pristine pavement as she approached the grand entrance. Her mind whirled with questions. Who owned this majestic place? How did Dave—the same man who had been captured by Jacob Dale’s men—end up here? Nothing was making sense. The moment Ava stepped inside, she felt as though she had entered a dream. The interior was beyond luxurious, with elegant chandeliers casting a soft golden glow over the grand hallway. The sc

Ava sat frozen, gripping her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.The world around her felt like it was collapsing.President Carl… dead.Her membership in the Kevton Chamber of Commerce… revoked.Who did this?Who had the power to shatter everything she worked for in a single moment?Ava’s heart pounded as she tried to think of someone—anyone—who could help.She knew Dave couldn’t help her now. He had only secured her membership through Carl’s influence.And now?Carl was dead… and Dave had been kidnapped.Ava had fled the city to avoid being captured like Dave, and now, she was left feeling completely alone.She inhaled sharply, her mind racing.Then, a name surfaced in her thoughts—Jerry.Jerry wasn’t behind her membership, but his family held enormous influence in the city.Maybe… just maybe…She hesitated for a moment, then quickly dialed his number.After two rings, Jerry picked up. “Ava! I was just about to call you.”His voice was smooth and confident, as always.

Dave moved with the same calm precision of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers danced over the screen, making a few swift calls.Then, he set the phone down and folded his arms. “I told you, Jacob. I could make you… or break you.”Jacob scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “You’re an idiot and you can do nothing!"Just as he was about to order his men to beat Dave senseless, his phone began to buzz violently on the desk.Jacob frowned, eyeing the screen. His personal assistant’s name flashed across it.With a sneer, Jacob picked up the call. “Make it quick. I’m about to end someone’s life.”The voice on the other end sounded panicked.“Sir… it’s over. We’re finished!”Jacob’s face darkened. “What the hell are you talking about?”“Sir, our company… it’s bankrupt! All our major investors have withdrawn their funds! There’s nothing left! If we don’t act immediately, the company will be a complete write-off!”Jacob froze.His company? Bankrupt? Impossible!A sharp, sic

News of Dave’s capture spread quickly through the Dexter household like a wildfire.Ava’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Dexter, sat in their lavish living room, exchanging concerned glances. The air was thick with tension. The revelation that Jacob Dale’s men had promised to return for Ava had struck a deep nerve.Mr. Dexter folded his arms, pacing. “This is bad. This is very bad.”Mrs. Dexter placed a trembling hand over her chest. “Ava, you need to leave town immediately. If they’re coming for you next, we can’t take any chances.”Ava sat in silence while her mind was in turmoil Run away? Leave Dave behind?Mr. Dexter nodded in agreement. “Not only you, Ava. We’ll relocate the entire family—for now, at least. If Jacob Dale wants revenge, he won’t just come for you. He’ll come for us all.”Ava’s mother sighed dramatically before adding, “And honestly, dear, maybe this is a sign.”Ava furrowed her brows. “A sign?”Her mother leaned forward. “A sign that you need to let go of Dave. Divorce